Hauling his hard won purchases up the garden path, Paul thought about knocking on the door, but remembered Trevor had given him his key back the other day, and now they were officially boyfriends, Paul thought it’d be okay to use his key.
“Sorry it took me so long, you wouldn’t believe—” Paul turned into the kitchen, and froze. Trevor was laid on the floor with his head in the oven.
He didn’t stop to think, he just acted. “Nooooo!” Dropping the flowers and his plastic bag of groceries, Paul dived for Trevor’s ankles and pulled.
“What the—” Trevor sat up. His face was covered in dried tear tracks.
“You stupid fool.” Paul shook Trevor’s shoulders. “Why, I’ve only just found you, why’d you—” Paul pulled Trevor’s smaller body to his chest and squeezed. His heart was beating so hard and he couldn’t catch his breath.
Trevor seemed to recover first. “Where’ve you been?”